It didn't stop until the second half of the night, Fu Ting was so tired that he didn't feel conscious, and he didn't move when he was hugged by Cen Ti to take a bath.

It began to rain at seven o'clock in the morning, and Fu Ting was woken up and found that he was still lying on top of Cen Tiao.

Airless.

This guy is too slimy, too.

Although the body is very tired, it is clean and refreshing, and it is quite tired.

She moved slightly, and the man's eyes opened keenly.

As soon as he woke up, Cen Ti's eyes were full of mist, his clothes were disheveled, and his color and bearing were outrageous.

He rubbed the back of her neck with his palm, **cat-like, his voice was slightly hoarse, "How is the experience?" ”

Fu Ting refused to answer such a shameless question, pinched his chin and said, "Let me go to sleep." ”

Cen Ti pinched the soft flesh on her waist, such a fragrant and soft small ball, she was reluctant to let it go.

Fu Ting disliked him very much, "The muscles on your body are so hard, you are awkward." ”

Cen was tired and faintly thought, but he usually touched it energetically, which would be disgusting.

Little guy with no conscience.

She squirmed twice, and all at once she was dry.

"Can't you feel it?" After a pause, Cen Ti's voice was completely hoarse, and he grabbed her hand and went under the blanket, "Is there a harder ground?" ”

Fu Ting, "......"

She sensed something and bit his chin angrily!

Ahhhh

Cen Ti looked at her with a dull smile for a while, raised his neckline, kissed the corner of her lips, and his voice was sexy and ambiguous, "...... One more time with my brother? ”

In an instant, Fu Ting felt that she was finished.

*

Fu Ting was seduced without any interest, and his sleepiness was gone.

Her fingertips slid very hard across Cen Ti's back, grabbing several marks.

The bite marks on the man's collarbone are obvious, painful and refreshing,

"Satisfied?"

Fu listened to the hum and chirped without speaking, closed his eyes and enjoyed the end.

He forced, "Speak, huh?" ”

"Still, okay." Fu Ting's eyes were slightly red, and he was bullied very badly.

But it's delicious

"It doesn't seem to be in place yet." He squinted his eyes lazily, really like a thousand-year-old fox spirit, and licked his lips, "Brother will do it again." ”

He's evil-hearted...... Fu Ting's nails were deep in his flesh and skin, and he couldn't help but suppress his voice, "Full, satisfied." ”

*

When I woke up again, it was almost noon. Fu listened to the salted fish lying down, and the place next to him was empty.

There was a sound of a range hood downstairs, it should be Cen Ti cooking.

Fu Ting's anger disappeared a little, and he knew that he was too much, so he was very interested in cooking for her.

Fu Ting's computer was placed next to him, and there was an email prompt tone.

Fu Ting clicked on the email and saw a message from the chief of the forensic identification section of the criminal investigation team.

[F, here's an autopsy report that I need your help to make.] 】

Fu Ting was covered in numbness, half lying in the quilt, lazily sending messages, [It was all negotiated before, and the autopsy report was only done once a month]

The other party replied in seconds [This is the autopsy report of Corey FJC, there is a pathology test FJC did not make, this case is a high-IQ crime, the top attaches great importance to it, if it weren't for the time constraints, I wouldn't have come to ask you for help.] 】

Fu Ting knew that FJC was a very powerful forensic doctor in the criminal department, a god specializing in anatomy, a leader in the forensic industry, specializing in autopsy reports of high-IQ crimes, and solved many unsolved cases.

The autopsy report, which even he was stumped with, must indeed be a bit tricky.

Fu Ting thought about doing a favor casually, and agreed, [Send it over.] 】

*

On the weekend, Fu Ting went to the old house for a family banquet.